As I raised the bottle to my lips, I heard a sound coming from my right like a gun firing. I saw the bullet moving towards the beaker but I turned before it could hit it.
Then I saw the bullet's new target:
Romano.
Romano had just turned toward me, and when I got out of the way of the bullet, it slammed right into his chest.
"Romano!" I hurried and drank the potion before rushing to his side. There was blood all over his white shirt where his heart was and it was spreading rapidly. I place my hands on his chest to stop the blood flow, but there wasn't much I could do if it had hit his heart.
Romano's eyes were wide with emotions flying across them in chaos, his breathing became sporadic, his skin was cool and extremely pale. He was going into hypovolemic shock. If he didn't get help, he could go into a coma.
My thoughts were disturbed by another projectile being fired from the barrel. This one was aimed at my head. I moved Romano and me out of the way, taking off my shirt and tying it as tightly as I could to Romano's chest as I moved him. It wasn't a solution, nor was it perfect but it would help long enough to get Romano medical attention.
Then I turned around and fired my gun. This guy had lost my mercy. I hit him right in the forehead, before checking for other intruders. A second one came around the corner and fired at me with his shotgun, but I rolled, avoiding the bullet and shot him in the chest, killing him. I stood there waiting for another attack but none came. I blinked in shock, two people? That's all it took to knock out Spain and France? Really?
I rolled my eyes. I went out to where they were and sure enough there was Spain and France knocked out cold on the ground. I shook my head at them. I felt my arm sting a little more painfully before the feeling disappeared completely. The potion was working. I smiled.
A groan brought me out of my thoughts. Romano. Crap. How was I supposed to bring three people all the way down the hallway and up the stairs? I couldn't call anyone, due to not having a voice still, and I don't think anything could wake the two idiots. I couldn't just leave them there for any random mafia to finish off; a good soldier never left anyone behind, even idiots like them.
I checked Romano's bandages before looking for something that could help me. Luckily, I remembered that some of the desks had swivel chairs, which was better than nothing and as sure as hell would be extremely funny. I smirked and grabbed two of them. I placed Spain and France in the two before picking up Romano. He was sweating now and his pulse was lower. He was now in stage three. One more and he could be put in a coma or worse, die. I had to hurry.
As much fun as the idea of pushing France's and Spain's chairs and watching them hit walls was, I really wasn't in the mood to do that, especially since it seemed like we might lose Romano. I hurried to the stairs, using my feet to direct Spain and France's chairs, before realizing a dilemma: how was I supposed to get all three up the stairs?
Thank goodness, my brother came down along with Japan, Italy, America, England, and Russia. They must have heard the gun fire since the six of them were on the floor above us. Germany, the saint he is, didn't ask questions, since he realized what had happened, he just picked up Spain and turned and went up the stairs. Russia followed the suit, picking up France and America came over to me, "Here, dude, I got him. Your arms must be tired."
I shook my head. My arms were tired, especially my left which had lost most of its muscle, but I had to make sure Romano would make it. England stepped forward and put a hand on America's shoulder before whispering in his ear. America nodded before moving out of my way. I practically ran up the stairs and by the time I left the building, an ambulance was already there along with several cop cars. I gave Romano to one of the EMTs and pointed at his wound. She nodded and smiled at me before asking if I wanted to ride in the ambulance. I just jumped in and watched as the EMT put Romano in the gurney and the two EMTs work on saving him.
There was nothing I could do but sit there and hope with all of my soul that he was going to be alright. I found myself doing something I hadn't done for years: I prayed. I prayed the whole way there and before the doors were opened, I saw Romano open his hazel eyes and weakly smiled at me and the only thing I could think was:
Thank God for miracles.
When Romano woke up, he knew instantly he was in the hospital. Only there could everything be a blinding white. He squinted his eyes, letting them adjust, and looked around the room. He was in a private room, since there was only him and his bed in here, and there was a figure in a chair. When his eyes adjusted, he saw that it was Prussia and he was fast asleep.
Did he stay here the entire time? Romano blushed a little at the thought, but had to smile a little bit.
He saw Prussia stir and quickly looked away, not wanting to get caught staring. Prussia got up out of the chair and Romano heard him stretching, before walking over and tapping Romano gently on the shoulder. Romano turned and looked at him.
'How are you feeling?' I signed at him. I wasn't really asleep. I was too worried to. Sure, the doctors said that he would be fine and that he just needed to rest, but I wanted to make sure of it. When I saw Romano stir after two days, I felt relief course through my veins.
"Good." I smirked at him, "How long have I been out?"
'Two days. You just missed Veneciano. Germany finally convinced him to go home and take a shower and sleep. I… He was scarred that you wouldn't wake up.' I hope he didn't catch what I was about to sign or just think of it as not being very well adapted to sign language yet.
But, based in the color in his cheeks growing, I don't think he missed it.
"I won't leave him." Something told me that that wasn't aimed at his brother, "Besides, he can't run Italy all by himself! He might fuck it up and make something that tastes like hell, for example potatoes, as our national food! Or worse: escargot!"
I smiled and silently laughed. He looked at me confused, "I thought that the injection would have fixed your vocal cords?"
I shook my head, 'I haven't been able to say a single word the entire time. I guess I have to be somewhat handicapped to make up for being alive despite being and ex-nation.'
"I'm sorry."
'It's fine, besides! This means I have to stay with you a little longer since you are the only nation who knows sign language! I guess you'll have to keep Awesome in your life just a little bit longer!' I smirked.
"I guess so."
It was another three days before Romano was allowed to leave the hospital and during that time, Prussia was there every moment of it. The rest of the nations came and said their 'hello's and 'hope you get better's, but none of them stayed very long due to them needing to get back home and back to work. America and Spain left Romano some flowers and tomatoes each and Veneciano came and went every day, sometimes staying for hours and sometimes for only a few minutes.
But Romano was happy. He and Prussia would stay up until the early hours of the morning talking and laughing until one of them, most likely Romano, passed out. The nurses found out that Prussia would not be leaving and set up a cot on the third day of him being there and eventually found out about the damage to his arm due to the injection and he now had a cast to help the infected bones heal correctly along with medicine to help his bones and muscles grow back more quickly.
When Romano was released, Germany drove us home with Veneciano. Venie and Roma bickered like they normally would, with Romano saying something and Veneciano, in his innocent way, would say something in a confused tone, which would send Romano into a rant. I saw Germany smile in the mirror and thought, yeah, life sure was looking up.
When we got home, I turned on the computer for the first time in months and opened my blog.
"Hey, guys! Sorry for the late update! Something came up. I'm thinking of writing a book about it."
I got two notifications automatically:
'MeganVenti96 likes your post.'
'MeganVenti96 commented on your post,
"You better send me a copy. I'd like to read about the crazy happenings of your life. What are you going to call it?"'
"The Handicaps of Living."
"Sounds cool! Can't wait to read it!"
I smiled before signing off and I begun to type. Romano, who was making dinner with Veneciano, came into the room and put his arms around my shoulders and his head on mine,
"The Handicaps of Living by Gilbert Beilschmidt.
Darkness. That's all I could see…"
THE END
EEEEEKKKKKK! You guys have no idea how happy I am to finally complete this! I woke up at 4 and the rest of the story just came to me! I absolutely adore this story… I am sad to see it go but so happy that I finished. I hope you guys enjoyed it! I might make one shots based on this, like while Prussia was learning sign language and maybe an epilog of some sort, where Prussia and Romano get together, finally.
And finally: Story update!
Handicaps of Living: is now complete, obviously.
Death: I have a lot of it done, I just need to connect the fragments together. I tend to write little pieces and parts then put them all together.
Micheal and Iseah: I HAVE FOUND MY JUMPDRIVE! So that should be going up soon.
Any other story: I'm not a big like "I'm going to update on this day every week" I tend to just update when I can, so… :/ sorry
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